The Starter, part 2

While his niece spends her summer with me, I've reflected quite a bit on my great failed relationship these past days.

We were never a good match. Bound by obsession, fear, and madness, we stayed together out of our inability to imagine life without that security we found together and in one another. And every day of our beautifully dysfunctional life together, I loved him madly, more madly than before or since. Before him, I never knew what love was. I never knew it was possible to feel something so deep, so absolute, so certain. And I am eternally grateful to have learned that lesson, even if the since hasn't been so rewarding (yet).

But in the end of that naive and senseless love, inevitability marked...

The end.